The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words make them smaller. When they were in your head they were limitless; but when they come out they seem to be no bigger than normal things. It's hard and painful for you to talk about these things...and then people just look at you strangely. They haven't understood what you've said at all, or why you almost cried while you were saying it.
Thursday, August 02, 2007
Our apartment in San Bartolomeo al Mare
Urocza willa, w ktorej miescil sie nasz apartament.
The villa where we were staying.
Glowne wejscie z tarasem. The main entrance.
Ja i Isabella. It's me and Isabella.
Kot wlascicieli, ktory obserwowal nas bacznie. Pewnie liczyl na
jakas rybke. The owner's cat.
Papryczki, ktore rosly na naszym tarasie.
The growing paprika on our terrace.
Wiele pieknych kwiatow i krzewow okalajacych nasz taras.
Plenty of beautiful flowers.
Isabella
Widok z naszej kuchni na taras.
A view from the kitchen.
Nasz taras, gdzie popijalismy czesto kawke.
Our porch where we were enjoying the cool evening air.
Wnetrze kuchni urzadzonej bardzo funkcjonalnie.
The kichen provided very well.
Uroczy kacik w naszej kuchni. I loved this place.
Widok z sypialni na kuchnie.
A view from our bedroom.
Lazienka. The bathroom.
Widok z naszej sypialni na basen.
A view from the bedroom of the swimming-pool.
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